"Too bad you hadn"t been born in the West, so Win would never known you--then--maybe----"
"What shall I tell our friend the marshal?" interrupted the girl.
The Texan grinned: "Just tell him not to order any extra meals sent down to the jail on my account. An", here, tell him the drinks are on the house," he handed the girl a quart bottle of whisky. "That"ll keep "em from gettin" restless before the show starts."
Candle in one hand, bottle in the other, the girl made her way to the door. As she stepped out into the night, she was hailed roughly by the marshal: "Well, what"d he say, now?"
"He said," answered the girl, scornfully, "that you were not to order any extra meals sent down to the jail on his account. And he sent you this and asked me to tell you that the drinks were on the house." She extended the bottle which the marshal eagerly grasped despite the strenuous objections of Pete Barras who clamoured for the return of his property.
"Ain"t I had h.e.l.l enough fer one day?" demanded the bartender, "what with gittin" shot in the arm, an" gittin" tried to be held up fer four dollars of Sam"s debts, an" gittin" laid out cold with a spittoon, an"
gittin" my gla.s.ses an" bottles all busted, an" gittin" my place all shot up, an" my merrow shot to h.e.l.l, an" my kegs all shot holes in, without all you"s hornin" in an" drinkin" up what little I got left? As the feller says, where do I git off at?"
"S"pose you dry up an" let me talk," retorted the marshal. "They ain"t no one payin" _you_ nawthin" to maintain law an" order in this town."
"If they was I"ll be d.a.m.ned if I wouldn"t maintain it, "stead of millin"
around drinkin" up other folks" whisky----"
"Look a-here Pete Barras, this makes twict, now, you"ve ondertook to tell me my business. You shet yer yap, "er you don"t draw no damages when we corral that outlaw in yonder. I ain"t so sure you didn"t start the rookus, nohow. Besides, the boys needs a little drink, an" we"ll charge this here bottle up along with the rest of the damages an" make him pay "em."
"Y"ain"t caught him yet. Where do I git off at if you don"t ketch him?"
Ike Stork, grinning huge enjoyment over the altercation, managed to motion Alice to his side: "Better git over to yer cayuse," he cautioned.
"He"s pretty near had time to make it into the alley, an" when he comes, he"ll come a-shootin". Guess I"ll jest keep the squabble a-goin", they all seem right interested," he indicated the crowd that had edged close about the two princ.i.p.als. And Alice smiled as she mounted her horse to hear the renewed vigour with which retort met accusation after the redoubtable Mr. Stork had contributed his observations from the side lines. The girl"s eyes were fixed upon the black mouth of the alley, now, and with each pa.s.sing minute she found it harder and harder to restrain her impatience. Would he never come? What if the window had been guarded unknown to Stork? What if Stork"s horse had broken loose or been moved by someone pa.s.sing through the alley? What if--a bloodcurdling yell split the darkness. And with a thunder of hoofs, an indistinguishable shape whirled out of the alley. A crash of shots drowned the thunder of hoofs as from the plunging shape darted thin red streaks of flame. Straight into the crowd it plunged. For a fleeting instant the girl caught a glimpse of bodies in confused motion, as the men surged back from its impact. Above the sound of the guns shrill cries of fear and hoa.r.s.e angry curses split the air.
As Ike Stork had predicted, the Texan had "come a-shootin"."
CHAPTER VIII
THE ESCAPE
Alice had pressed forward until her horse stood at the very edge of the seething melee. Swiftly, objects took definite shape in the starlight.
Men rushed past her cursing. The marshal lay upon the ground shrieking contradictory orders, while over him stood the outraged Barras, reviling him for permitting his man to escape. Other men were shooting, and between the sounds of the shots the voice of Ike Stork could be heard loudly bewailing the loss of his horse. Hoof beats sounded behind her, and glancing backward, Alice could see men mounting the half-dozen horses that stood saddled before the store and the livery barn. As a man, already in the saddle, urged the others to hurry he raised his gun and fired in the direction the Texan had taken.
"They"ll kill him!" thought the girl. "No matter how fast his horse is, those bullets fly faster!" Another shot followed the first, and acting on the impulse of the moment, with the one thought to save the Texan from harm, she struck her horse down the flank and shot out into the trail behind the fleeing cowpuncher. "They won"t dare to shoot, now,"
she sobbed as she urged her horse to his best, while in her ears rang a confusion of cries that she knew were directed at her. Leaning far forward, she shouted encouragement to her straining animal. In vain her eyes sought to pierce the darkness for a glimpse of the Texan. Her horse took a shallow ford in a fountain of spray. A patch of woods slipped behind, and she knew she was on the trail that led to the Missouri, and the flat-boat ferry of Long Bill Kearney. She wondered whether Tex would hold to the trail, or would he leave it and try to lose his pursuers among the maze of foothills and coulees through which it wound? Maybe he had turned into the patch of timber and was even now breathing his horse in the little wild flower glade. If so, her course was plain--to keep on at top speed and lead his pursuers as far as possible along the trail.
Dimly, she could hear the thunder of hoofs in her wake. She wondered how long it would be before they overtook her.
On and on she sped, her thoughts racing wildly as the flying feet of her horse. "What would Win think? What would the hors.e.m.e.n behind her say when at last they overtook her? Maybe they would arrest her!" The thought terrified her, and she urged her horse to a still greater burst of speed. Presently she became aware that the hoof beats behind had almost died away. Fainter and fainter they sounded, and then--far ahead, on top of a knoll silhouetted against the star-dotted sky, she saw the figure of a horseman. Instantly it disappeared where the trail dipped into a coulee, and with a thrill of wild exhilaration she realized that her horse had run away from the pursuers, and not only that, he was actually closing up on the Texan despite the boast of Ike Stork that his animal could run rings around any others.
She topped the rise, and half way across a wide swale, caught another glimpse of the horseman. The man pulled up, sharply. There were two hors.e.m.e.n! She had almost come up to them when suddenly they crashed together. She distinctly heard the sound of the impact. There was a short, sharp struggle, and as the horses sprang apart, one of the saddles was empty, and a rider thudded heavily upon the ground. Then, faintly at first, but momentarily growing louder and more distinct, she heard the rumble of pursuing hoofs. She glanced swiftly over her shoulder and when she returned her eyes to the front one of the riders was disappearing over the rim of the swale, and the other was struggling to his feet. For only an instant the girl hesitated, then plunged straight down the trail after the fleeing rider. As she pa.s.sed the other a perfect torrent of vile curses poured from his lips, and with a shudder, she recognized the voice of Long Bill Kearney. The interruption of the headlong flight had been short, but it had served to cut down their lead perceptibly. The sounds of pursuit were plainer even than at first and glancing over her shoulder as she reached the rim of the swale, she could see hors.e.m.e.n stringing down into the depression.
Topping the ridge she was surprised to find the Texan only a short distance ahead. He was plying his quirt mercilessly but the animal moved slowly, and she could see that he limped. Swiftly she closed up the distance, and as she rode, she became conscious of a low hoa.r.s.e rumbling, a peculiar sound, dull, all pervading, terrifying. Glancing ahead, beyond the figure of the rider, a cry escaped her. The whole world seemed to be a sea of wildly tossing water. The Missouri! But surely, not the Missouri as she had remembered it--this wild roaring flood! The river they had crossed a year ago on Long Bill"s flat-boat had been a very commonplace stream, flowing smoothly between its banks.
But, this----
As she caught up to the horseman, he whirled, gun in hand. "Tex!" she screamed.
The gun hand dropped, and the man stared at her in amazement. "What are you doing here?"
"I came--they had horses and were going to kill you--I rode in between so they wouldn"t shoot----"
"Good G.o.d, girl----"
"Hurry!" she cried, frantically, "they"re close behind."
"Horse went lame," he jerked out as he plied quirt and spurs. "Got to make the ferry. Long Bill says the river"s broke all records. He"s runnin" away. Left his flat-boat tied to a tree. It"s only a little ways. You go back! I can make it. Had to knock Bill down to keep him from blockin" my game. Once on that boat, they can"t follow."
"But, they"re almost here--" Even at the words, a horseman topped the ridge, and with a yell to his followers, plunged toward them.
The Texan scowled darkly: "Go back! They"ll never say I hid behind a woman"s skirts!"
"I won"t go back! Oh, hurry, there"s the boat! Two more minutes, and we"ll be there! Turn around and shoot! It"ll hold "em!"
"I won"t shoot--not when they can"t shoot back!"
The foremost horseman was almost upon them when they reached the flat-boat. He was far in advance of the rest, and as the Texan swung to the ground the report of a six-gun rang loud, and a bullet sang over their heads.
The bullet was followed by the sound of a voice: "Shoot, you fool! Keep a-shootin" till you pile onto the boat, an" I"ll shoot back. Them hounds back there ain"t hankerin" fer no close quarters with you--I told "em how good you was with yer guns." And Ike Stork followed his words with two shots in rapid succession.
"Good boy, old hand!" grinned the Texan, "how"s that!" Six shots cut the air like the reports of an automatic, and Ike, swerving sharply, galloped back in a well-feigned panic of fear. It was the work of a moment to get the Texan"s horse aboard, and Alice followed with her own.
The man stared. "Get back!" he cried, "I"m goin" across! Go back to Win!"
"They"ll shoot if I don"t stay right here! Ike can"t hold "em but a few minutes, at best. They"d have you at their mercy. This boat moves slowly."
The Texan took her roughly by the arm. "You go back!" he roared. "Can"t you see it won"t do? You can"t come! G.o.d, girl, can"t you see it? The touch of you drives me crazy!"
"Don"t be a fool! And I won"t see you shot--so there! Oh, Tex, it"s you who can"t see--I do love you--like a sister. I always think of you as my big brother--I never had a real one."
The Texan backed away. "I don"t want no sister! What"ll folks say? This big brother stuff won"t go--by a d.a.m.n sight!" Hoof beats sounded nearer, and a stream of curses floated to their ears.
"There comes that horrible Long Bill," cried the girl, and before the Texan could make a move to stop her, she seized an ax from the bottom of the boat and brought it"s keen edge down upon the mooring line. The flat-boat shuddered and moved, slowly at first, then faster as it worked into the current. The Texan gazed dumbfounded at the rapidly widening strip of water that separated them from the sh.o.r.e. But he found scant time to stare idly at the water. All about them it"s surface was clogged with floating debris. The river had risen to within a foot of the slender cable that held the boat on its course, and the unwieldy craft was trembling and jerking as uprooted trees and ma.s.ses of flotsam caught on the line, strained it almost to the point of snapping and then rolled under by the force of the current, allowed the line to spring into place again. Slowly, the boat, swept by the force of the flood, worked out into the stream, adding its own weight to the strain on the line. The craft shuddered as a tree-trunk struck her side, and seizing a pole, the man shoved her free. The rushing water sucked and gurgled at the edge of the boat, and Alice stepped nearer to the Texan. "We"re moving, anyway,"
she said, "we can"t see the sh.o.r.e, now. And the voices of the men have died away."
"We can"t see, because it"s cloudin" up, an" we can"t hear "em because the river"s makin" such a racket. With the pull there is on the boat, we ain"t ever goin" to get her past the middle--if I could, I"d work her back right now where we come from."
"They"d shoot you!"
"If they did it would only be me they"d get--the river won"t be so particular."
"You mean--we"re in danger?"
"Danger!" The nave question angered the cowboy. "Oh, no we ain"t in any danger, not a bit in the world. We"re just as safe as if we was sittin"
on a keg of powder with the fuse lit. There"s nothin" in the world can hurt us except this little old Mizoo, an" it wouldn"t think of such a thing----"
"Don"t try to be sarcastic, Tex, you do it very clumsily."